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Honorary mentions: physical therapist/sports physician, firefighter.

Anyway remember this post?

Here are the others:

Obi-Wan Modern AU Jobs Poll

Ahsoka Modern AU Jobs Poll

Padme Modern AU Jobs Poll

The mirror replied "To whom?"

"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".

The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.

The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.

The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.

The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.

The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity

"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.

"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.

"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.

The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.

Old Poirot movies - (Round and friendly Belgian Genius solves murders while Maggie Smith aurafarms and cuntmaxxes in the background)

Jeremy Brett’s Sherlock Holmes from 1984 - If you havent seen it, you can’t play ball. (See: leyendecker style homosexuality the likes of which you’ve never seen dripping with viscous smoke and saucy eyebrow banter with some of the BBC’s best cinematography to date)

Rosemary and Thyme - (Sherlock Holmes if they were two divorced botanist women in their late 50’s solving murders together within a show made to display Europe’s gardens while characters wonder if they’re secretly lesbians)

The Apothecary Diaries - (Contemporary anime set in Imperial China where a woman aides to the concubines and servants of the Emperor while also solving mysteries and murders and features botany fun facts and obstetrics, if thats your thing. (Its me, its my thing))

And well I really have nothing else to say here other than that these all make an absolute MOCKERY of BBC Sherlock and how could we ever have been so blind.

- preheat the oven

- grease and flour a cake pan

-mix flour, sugar, salt and baking powder

-add eggs, milk, butter/oil and vanilla

-beat until smooth

-pour batter into the pan

-bake for 25-35 minutes

-let the cake cool completely

(the option with the most votes goes first, the option with the second most votes second and so on)

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> opens my email

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> launches a software

Palpatine: ah yes all jedi in the Coruscant temple will be eliminated by my apprentice. I’m perfectly safe.

Appo, comming palpatine: holy kriff sir, Fox just shot Skywalker dead. Emptied a whole blaster mag on him. He’s still smoldering on the ground, so very kriffing dead. *muffled voice in the background* yeAH WE WERE MEANT TO KILL THE JEDI BUT THIS ONE WAS ON OUR SIDE, COMMANDER, WHAT THE HELL!

Fox: *distant screaming* the order was “kill all jedi”! I killed a jedi! You’re kriffing welcome!

Like. Instead of waiting until the inhibitor chips are activated and the Empire is already ascendant to realize that the Galactic Empire absolutely will not allow there to be a planet that mass-produces clone armies for the highest bidder, they have this realization BEFORE Order 66 goes out.

AU where the Kaminoan government looks at their position, looks at the likely fallout, and weighs their futures under a Galactic Empire to whom they are a threat that has outlived its usefulness VS a grateful but still slow-moving Republic, with all its factions and legalities intact, its social mores primarily unchanged….its army filled with thinking, feeling men to whom Kamino is their homeworld and who are in control of their free will and thus capable of refusing orders that strike at their own hearts…its main enemy in the form of the Separatist Alliance neutralized but not utterly annihilated, ripe for both sides being played against the middle…

And quietly, about six weeks before Knightfall, without telling anyone, just…..deactivates the chips. Sends out a pulse via comm channel designed to fry or alter them. Remote killswitch. Something like that.

So Palpatine like. He’s WON. He’s TRIUMPHANT. He kills the Jedi strike team, gets Anakin to kill Mace Windu, names his new apprentice Vader, has him swear allegiance, sends him to wipe out the Jedi, goes all “COMMANDER CODEEEE”

“exEcUtE oRDeR SIxtY sIx”

and

nothing

happens.

Cody politely asks for clarification because that’s not a term in the GAR manual, sir, apologies. Long pause. Cody equally politely apologizes and explains that he’s in a pitched battle, sir, but I’m sure the General will contact you when we’ve taken the planet.

[Palpatine voice] “Hwat.”

He hits the next button on his carefully-curated Order 66 contact booklet for the high-priority targets he wants taken out before the general transmission so they don’t get any warning. He sits impatiently through the tinkly elevator music.

“COMMANDER REX EXECUTE ORDER 66″

Rex blinks, explains he’s not familiar with that code, sir, but Rex is a little less polite than Cody due to long-term exposure to Anakin Skywalker, and has the presence of mind to also point out that the Supreme Chancellor isn’t even technically IN the GAR chain of command, he’s a CIVILIAN leader, what’s going on–

Palpatine hangs up on him.

Okay, fine, whatever. Annoying but not unsurpassable, those two were ALWAYS an irritant, their clone commanders must have done something to the chips, it WAS a clone from Skywalker’s battalion who nearly discovered them after all. He’ll take out the rest of the Council and the all-call general transmission will take out the rest of the Order, he can deal with the treacherous 501-B and 212th later–

Shaak Ti’s clone commander asks in abject bewilderment how the Supreme Chancellor even got his personal comm number. He’s not even on duty. It’s 3am. Half the Council’s clones don’t even respond. Those that do just promise to have their Jedi call back about this Order 66 thing when they’re available.

He sends the general transmission with significantly less gravitas than originally planned.

He immediately starts getting confused email notifications. Unduli sends a TEXT from some random rank-and-file clone’s comms politely reminding him that she was present for the most recent strategy meeting and there was no operation codenamed Order 66, and reminds him coolly to respect the chain of command. Depa Billaba’s commander not only calls back but actually GETS HER ON COMMS to ask if she knows the term. They patch her padawan into the call to puzzle it out. The padawan asks Palpatine what happened to his face. He sits through three full minutes of playful banter before screaming and cutting the line.

Anakin gets downstairs to kick off Knightfall. The 501st blinks at their orders, exchange long looks, agree wholeheartedly, and stun him in the back the moment he turns around before dragging his ass to the Temple medical wing. 

The war ends twelve hours later.